Hired a Gigolo Got a Billionaire (Zoey and Christian) novel Chapter 261

Chapter 261

Nathaniel’s POV

So that was it. We were really going to do it.

The realization hit me like a lightning bolt as I stared at the phone in my hand, still processing the tone of her voice, the way she’d said my name-well, my app nickname. Wanderer. There was something about the way she pronounced that nickname that made me feel like I was a different person, like I could be someone other than Nathaniel Carter, COO of Kensington, the man who’d been forced to remove her from the job.

With Annie, as Wanderer, I could just be a man desiring a woman. No corporate complications, no hierarchies, no political games. It was liberating and terrifying at the same time.

“Maybe I should…” I replied. “I’m doing it now… And you? What are you doing?”

An audible sigh crossed the line, heavy with tension.

“Maybe I’m… touching myself…” she confessed, and the sound of her irregular breathing made the air around me seem thicker.

I felt as if time had stopped. Annie was really doing this, surrendering to this moment with me in a way I never imagined possible. The woman who drove me crazy just walking down the office corridors was now opening up to me in a completely intimate way.

“Tell me exactly where you’re touching yourself,” I whispered, each word coming out slowly, calculated, my own breathing already heavy. “I want to know every detail… every movement you’re making.”

Annie let out a low moan before answering:

“My hands are going down slowly… very slowly…” her voice faltered, almost a whisper. “I’m going over my stomach, going lower… and imagining it’s your hands… that you’re here with me, making me lose control. What do you want me to do now?”

I closed my eyes, feeling my erection throb with each word. The way she described each movement made me perfectly visualize the scene, as if I were really there with her.

“Are you excited? Are you wet?”

“Completely.”

“I want you to put two fingers inside… slowly,” I murmured, my voice coming out hoarse. “Feel how I would be filling you… in and out… slowly… until I tell you to speed up.”

A muffled moan crossed the line, along with the subtle sound of skin and heavy breathing.

“Like this…?” she whispered, and the way her voice trembled made me imagine every detail.

“Exactly like this,” I replied, my own fingers working in the rhythm I imagined for her. “Keep going… don’t stop. If I were there, I’d be sucking you slowly right now, feeling your every reaction as my fingers brought you to the edge.”

The intensity of our connection through the phone line was surprising me. I had never experienced something so intimate and at the same time so frustrating. I really wanted to be with her, to touch her skin, feel her warmth, see her expressions of pleasure. But there was something almost magical about the way our voices connected in the dark, creating an intimacy that was unique.

She moaned louder, a deeper sound that made my whole body react.

“And you?” she asked between quick breaths. “Are you touching yourself too?”

“I’m so hard I feel like I’m going to explode,” I confessed, my voice low and almost guttural. “I can’t stop thinking about you… about what it would be like to turn you around, hold you firmly by the hips and fuck you until you can’t even say my name properly.”

The irony of saying that she couldn’t pronounce my name correctly didn’t go unnoticed. She didn’t even know my real name. But at that moment, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the raw, desperate connection we were sharing.

She let out a longer moan, almost a stifled cry.

There was something profoundly transformative about what had just happened. It wasn’t just phone sex-it was as if we had crossed a line that couldn’t be uncrossed. Annie had surrendered completely to me, to Wanderer, in a way that I knew would change everything between us. “Still there?” Annie’s voice came softly, slightly hoarse, as if she had just woken from a dream.

“Still…” I replied softly, my own voice deeper than usual, every muscle in my body still throbbing from what had just happened. “You’re… unbelievable.”

She let out a low, lazy laugh.

“And to think all of this was from a distance…’ 11

The frustration of not being able to truly touch her, of not being able to be physically with her at that moment, was almost painful. But at the same time, there was something intensely intimate in what we had shared through only our voices.

“Next time… there won’t be distance to get in the way,” I murmured, the thought immediately rekindling something within me, even as the adrenaline still subsided.

“Promise?” she teased, her voice low, almost a whisper.

“Absolutely,” my answer came out firm, laden with the same certainty I felt burning somewhere in my chest.

She took a deep breath, and for a moment, it seemed like neither of us wanted to be the first to end that call.

“Goodnight… Wanderer.”

“Goodnight, Annie…” I whispered, closing my eyes and letting the sound of her voice be the last thing on my mind before hanging up.

The phone screen went black, and the silence in my room seemed deeper than ever.